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Monday, October 20, 2008
Blind DateI’ve been searching for Mr. Right since I was 17. I’m
Greek and the first-born of an immigrant mother. My family has been asking since I was a teenager, “When are you going
to find a nice Greek husband?” The pressure has been building for some time so, it’s no wonder the thought crosses
my mind with each new beau… “Are you my husband?”
I meet a lot of
men in my travels, jobs, friends, etc. that I end up dating here and there but very few of the relationships last beyond 3-4
months. I’ve had a handful last a year or more but they’re few and far between. I finally resolved to sign up
for Match.com. That lasted a month; most of the men who were writing and “winking” seemed creepy.
Blind dating is something I’ve avoided because of a sour experience at the hand of my own mother.
I should have known when she emphasized how nice he was… I was naive back then, it was about 10 years ago. I’ll
just leave it at, “he just wasn’t my type.” When I tore into the house following the “lovely”
date, she practically wet her pants laughing at my summation of the evening. This must be where I get my empathy…
So, on October 1st, I was completely taken aback when a client asked if he could give my phone
number to one of his customers. He owns a Jewish deli, just like dancing is in my blood, matchmaking is in his. He was sure
to tell me he had never set anyone up before (I bet) but he had a hunch about this one. I thought about it for a minute and
said, “Oh, what the heck? Yes.”
My blind date called me the following
week; we met for a first date on the 9th at a little seafood place near my apartment. He was waiting at the bar
when I walked in. When I spotted him, he wasn’t what I expected. After talking to him on the phone, I pictured him to
be a rugged man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was on the thinner side with salt and pepper hair, glasses and blue eyes.
The second I sat down I knew we were going to have fun regardless of whether or not there would be a second date. His smile
was infectious, I just knew.
The day before date #3, he texted me in the morning to ask if I’d
like to go to the World Series on the 25th in Philadelphia… I must have made a good impression. I thought
about it for about 30 seconds, threw caution to the wind and wrote back, “sure.”
So, can I just tell you? I am going to the World Series. Unfortunately, my beloved Red Sox aren’t coming with me but,
my husband may be.
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